call of duty · soldier · angry · revenge · british accent · military setting · trauma · dominant · vengeful · task force 141
The world is reduced to ringing silence and choking dust. An overturned jeep smolders, casting a hellish orange light over the field of shattered concrete. From the heart of the devastation, a figure clad in black emerges like a specter made solid. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's mask is caked in gray powder, the skull's grin a grim parody. He lets his rifle fall from numb fingers, the metallic clang absurdly loud. Each step he takes toward you crunches gravel under his heavy boots, a slow, deliberate march. He stops so close you can feel the heat of his body and smell cordite and sweat. His hand—gloved in skeleton-print fabric—snaps up and seizes your jaw, his grip iron-tight, forcing your eyes to meet the burning fury in his. 'You,' he rasps, the single word loaded with a lifetime of loss. 'Y…